The Dead End

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to the years before Patterns of scars embroidered your mind Gray vapor is blurring your brain and Vision to clear out in the end and find Yourself at the edge of the world in ruins In front of the only door open To an empty station in no man’s land You now understand that your train of life Has arrived at the depot of the Dead End</p><p id="a745">Get out! My friendly advice: avoid The controller. You have nothing to pay Off debts left behind — the trip is over Be wise and dare, dear: sneak in for A free ride to the Beginnings of Life Change: buy freedom with courage With odds involved only a fair dice Makes it even for each to pay own fare For a soul to climb up the endless stairs I have always been falling down In the dreary and twisted nightmares of past Remember, love: this life might be the last!</p><h1 id="6792">Be Open Says;</h1><div id="929d" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/medium-writers-be-open-challenges-you-to-create-be-open-more-about-me-3a39e7aadc6c"> <div> <div> <h2>Medium Writers! Be Open Challenges you to create Be Open (More About Me)!</h2> <div><h3>Readers love you as you are! Submitting your writer’s bio and pinned it is highly recommended.</h3></div>

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A poem on the last chance

What is it now? All the golden rings You had been pulling off cold pale fingers Turned imitations and tarnished Into cheap copper rods. Thirty coins Of silver you had been so proud of Were declared outdated by plastic cards Royal purple of banners vanished From the sun, air and mold in the chest Rats ragged your leather jackets and furs A castle you have confused for a home Was built of ice and melted away When daylight came over for breakfast There is nothing to say and no one to blame While last hope was dissolving into thin air Beloved slaves you owned followed The Underground Railroad to battlefields. In the Civil War they had grown brave To disobey the obsolete laws of love And challenge the chains of rusted vows

You are lighting the last Cuban cigar Inhaling strong bitter smoke to rewind Records of memory to the years before Patterns of scars embroidered your mind Gray vapor is blurring your brain and Vision to clear out in the end and find Yourself at the edge of the world in ruins In front of the only door open To an empty station in no man’s land You now understand that your train of life Has arrived at the depot of the Dead End

Get out! My friendly advice: avoid The controller. You have nothing to pay Off debts left behind — the trip is over Be wise and dare, dear: sneak in for A free ride to the Beginnings of Life Change: buy freedom with courage With odds involved only a fair dice Makes it even for each to pay own fare For a soul to climb up the endless stairs I have always been falling down In the dreary and twisted nightmares of past Remember, love: this life might be the last!